Most unsettling. Is it letting us buy time out of pride? Or to create a false sense of security? Cicivexa studied the surroundings (in particular, the building's entrance), before heading towards the stairs. "Gather in the ritual room, with the others. Our quarry awaits us as soon as we leave this building, and we needs must form a plan of action."
Upon returning to the garage, Cicivexa slammed his 'cane' into the cold floor twice, in an attempt to gather attention. "Companions. Collect your nerves. I have confirmed that our inhuman quarry stands just outside of our carriage, and appears to be waiting for us. We likely are not leaving the area of this building before the final confrontation."
He then began to examine the book that Martyr requested him for. "This tome purports to be about... botany? On my star, I read of foreign botanists turning to voidsent out of desperation, but not in the aim of... improving harvests. Then I suppose it is at fault for not only the worms, but our mysterious lightning storm..."
He began explaining what his party found upstairs, both in the documents and the machine's images. That the cause of the worms was a demon or demon-adjacent entity ("...for what minimal meaning that concept carries in our context..."), summoned with the involvement of the Uncle, the Mayor, and Frederick Gerald "Jerry" Samson (who had probable motive against... the mayor? The auricular parasite had to be tied up in this plot, but these spats were not in his paygrade). The demon's arrival and destruction was marked by a flash of lightning, with the initial summoning killing the Uncle several weeks ago, and the failed banishing killing F.G.S. and marking the catastrophe of this past night.
"That window of time tells me that this demon possesses patience; that makes it incredibly dangerous. But if this 'amulet' that binds it was involved in this summoning, it has not been used as of late. The failure of banishing tells me it is not in this building. Unless someone inexplicably happens to already carry it in our possession, Two plans come to mind. Either one of us manages to sneak out to the hospital, interrogate the mayor on this amulet (if he is capable of speaking on the matter), and locate it... or we fortify, and we ambush this smallfolk-drunk abomination where it stands."